I’m a PRO

My life is a miracle.

I got a note from one of my editors today. It made me smile so much that I can’t stop reading it. It feels good to be appreciated.

Here it is!

Hey there, I just did a quick read and the story came out great! You’re a talented writer. It really was a nice read. I love that you quoted a local radio personality and your kicker quote at the end is perfect. I’ll read it closer for an edit on Monday and will get back to you if I have any questions. Great job!

Thanks for turning in the story so quickly. You’re a pro.

Jodi

A Starlit Pizza Date With Steve

“Where are you?” I ask Steve as I move to grab a pen to write down directions.

“I’m downtown. Near the Carnival Center,” he said.

“Ok. I got the general area. Give me the address and I’ll pick you up at 8.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says and gives me the address.”What do you want to do?”

“It’s my choice?” I ask.

“We can do whatever you want to do,” he replies.

“Ok. I’ll let you know when I get there.”

I hang up and sit down on the edge of my bed. I’m excited to finally see him again but also nervous at the same time. I don’t know if I can do this though. The last couple of times I tried to date men ended in disaster. But no, it wasn’t really disaster. Being with them helped me to define what I really want in a relationship. It also showed me where I had been going wrong in my presentation of who I am.

No, I will not decrease my expectations for a man again. Everytime I listen to my friends and “give him a try” I’m always dissappointed in the end. I’m a pretty great judge of character and so far Steve hasn’t given me a reason not to trust him, so I won’t go into this with the evil eye.

We’re not dating. We’re friends. But yes, I’m attracted to him. Damn. It’s those glasses man. Why are dudes with glasses so sexy to me?

I bet he knows a lot about business. ~sigh~
I bet he can put together a business plan in no time flat.

I am getting so turned on right now. I need to chill.

Ok, Tee. This is the day you’ve been waiting for. This is your test. Can you hang out with a man that you are attracted to and not sleep with him immediately? You know what happens after you do that. You know that ruins everything. You lose all respect for him and then…ultimately you don’t respect the relationship because you figure he’s a slut and fucks anything in his path.

But that’s okay. No pressure. Every man is a link in the chain toward my good. He is in my life for a reason so I’m going to find out why.

I undress quickly, shower and then carefully select my favorite casual outfit. It consists of a pair of stone washed black jeans, a black pin-striped button down shirt with quarter length sleeves and black closed toed heels. I only button the middle two buttons of my shirt so that my undershirt is visible. Tonight I choose a dark purple camisole.

I put on my favorite bracelet, it looks like a chain of multi-colored gumballs. Then I choose a pair of green dangling earrings.

I brush my teeth then I apply my makeup with glee. I love applying my makeup. I smack my lips together with the final coat of lip gloss and smile.

One last piece. It’s my black suede cap.

I love my hat. ~sigh~

I love this outfit.

When I wear it I feel like…THIS IS ME! I AM WHO I AM!

I grab my red leather handbag and I’m out the door.

I hop on I-95 South and get off on the 62nd street exit. I make a left and then a right on Biscayne and ride all the way down until I see the Omni. I make another left a few blocks down and I pull up to this big building. I pull up front, turn my car off and walk inside to the front desk.

Before I can utter his name I hear his voice, “Hey Beautiful.”

I turn around and..ahhh…he’s so cute in a pair of pressed white linen pants and and a soft blue top. He looks so tropical tonight.

Hmm…I’m wearing all black. We sure don’t look like we’re going to the same place.

I walk over to him and give him a hug.

His cologne is soooo sexy. I give him an extra hug before I release him from my embrace and he laughs.

“Don’t try to have secks with me tonight. I don’t get down on the first date,” he says.

We walk back to my car and I open the door for him before walking around to get into my own seat.

“You’re hilarious!” he says and laughs. “So, where are we going?”

“Do you like pizza?” I ask him.

“Ofcourse, Are we going to the Beach?”

“No, just up the street is a pizza place that I love, then we can go for drinks.”

So I’m driving up Biscayne and the windows are rolled down. We’re listening to Freddy Cruz on Hot 105.1 and I’m telling him all about my love affair with this DJ.

“Since I was a little girl, about 13 or so, I would go to bed early every night at 8 just so I could listen to him in the dark alone. He has such a nice voice and all he plays are old school R&B love songs. I used to fantasize and cry, praying for my perfect love.”

He shakes his head at me. “And that was fun for you?”

“Yeah, actually it was. I figured that he wasn’t in Miami and he was out there somewhere, wondering where I was and when he was gonna meet me. I pictured him at home crying and thinking of me too.”

“You are so very special,” he tells me as I turn up the radio. I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not but I don’t really care.

“Oohh! You gotta know this song! It’s my favorite! When I was in 2nd grade I was in a talent show and I won 3rd place when I performed this song with the cutest boy in the 3rd grade, his name was Michael. I’ll never forget him,” my voice trailed off as I reminisced to the tune of Always by Atlantic Starr.

By the time we arrive at the pizza spot, my vibrations are all buzzing and glowing. We find a seat under the stars and the waiter gives us our menus.

“I have no preference,” he says. “Whatever you want is fine with me.”

“Ooh, we’ll have the broccoli pizza then!” I say.

I love this spot. It’s like it’s own little world in the middle of Biscayne Blvd. There is a multitude of outside seating and a big screen that usually shows some sport or another. People of all races are always just vibing and fellowshipping. It’s a really chill spot.

After we place our order there’s a little lull in the conversation and I see him staring at me.

“You like my hat?” I ask him.

He smiles. “Yes, I do.”

“Good. I have 3 more just like it, but in different colors.”

He continues to stare at me with a weird expression. It’s almost as if he’s trying to figure out a rubix cube.

“What?” I ask him.

“You’re really beautiful,” he says. “Really. You are.”

“Thanks!” I say and shrug. “Um..How’s business going?” I ask him, eager to hear all the juicy details of his success story.

“It’s good,” he says. “Well, actually. I’m thinking about…I’m thinking of selling my business.” He clears his throat.

I gasp. “Why?”

“I just…I started it because I was a designer but my actual design skills weren’t that great so I had a bunch of people join me and it turned out that I was a better business developer than I was a designer and now the business side is taking over everything. It’s not as fun anymore.”

“But you’re making money, right?”

“Yeah but…did you ever feel like there’s more to success than just making money?”

I raised my eyebrow. “I don’t know. I’ve never felt successful financially before. I’d like to try it and then I’ll let you know,” I say and laugh.

He doesn’t laugh with me.

“I don’t know, Tee. You seem to have this extraordinary life. You live and you love hard and you’re not afraid to look foolish for your dreams. You’re so honest with yourself about what you want and you don’t let anyone make you feel bad about what you feel you deserve.”

I lower my eyes and sigh. It’s not as easy as he thinks.

“I’m sure you receive your fair share of criticism,” he continues. “But even through all of that hating, you gotta know that people wish they could just take the risks that you did. People wish they had the heart that you do when it comes to knowing what you want out of life. So many people don’t even know what they want. That’s a gift within itself. I’ve been doing this for 6 years now..and now it feels like I’m settling. I want more joy.”

I’m looking at him as he speaks so earnestly about his dissatisfaction. Even more than the words he speaks, I’m feeling his soul yearn for his true destiny.

The pizza arrives at that moment and after I place a slice on his plate and then mine I ask him, “Do you pray?”

He nods.

“Well, I don’t usually pray before my meals because I don’t wanna be religious about anything I do but I’m going to pray right now..for both of us.”

He chuckles. “You’re funny.”

I don’t close my eyes or bow my head. Instead I stare up into the starlit sky and speak to my Creator.

Hey God. It’s me and Steve in Miami. We’re very thankful that you allowed us to meet and become friends. I hope that your greatest intention for us coming across each other that day on the metrorail becomes apparent to us soon. For now we’re both doing well and having a good time with each other. We both have some things on our hearts right now, Steve is thinking about a new beginning and you know me, I’m always starting over..but that’s okay maybe one day all of the new beginnings will make sense.

I thank you right now for clear direction in Steve’s life about what he should do with his business. I thank you right now for a restoration of joy in his life and his spirit. I thank you for the great time we’re going to have tonight and I really, really thank you for this pizza becaue it sure smells good! Just lead us, God. We’re open to hearing from you and following your direction. We both want to be where you want us to be. Just show us where that is.

By the time I finished my talk with God, Steve is looking at his lap and his hands are clasped together.

“Ok Steve! We can eat now! I took care of all of that. Now all we have to do is have fun and wait, He’s gonna put us where we need to be,” I say to him and then CHOMP on my broccoli pizza.

He looks up, stares at me and grins.

I open my mouth so he can see all the gooey pizza inside.

“You’re so cute with them glasses,” I say and push my chair closer to his. “I may have to give you a spanking tonight.”

He still doesn’t speak or touch his pizza. He’s looking at me and grinning.

“You’re really..really nice,” he says.

“Well, you’re really easy to be nice to,” I say. “Come on..eat up! We’re going for drinks and I’m gonna get you FUCKED UP!”

I Know I Can Be What I Wanna Be

My life is a miracle.

I’m just one week away from my first paper being due and my first oral presentation. I’ll admit, my level of self efficacy is high it’s just…I really need to commit to doing it instead of striving for perfection in one draft.

The newness of all of this information is weighing on me.

Makes me think of that song by Nas. ~singing~ I know I can…be what I wanna be.

Maybe I’ll listen to it tonight as I go through my notes and maybe, just maybe a few words will appear on the screen.

~crossing fingers~

Noteworthy Quote

If you are going to be used by God, He will take you through a multitude of experiences that are not meant for you at all, they are meant to make you useful in his hands, and to enable you to understand what transpires in other souls so that will never be surprised at what you come across.- Oswald Chambers

Out Of My Comfort Zone

My life is a miracle.

But I’m still getting the hang of it.

Today I realized that this whole grad school thing is pushing me wayyy out of my comfort zone. I haven’t had a good night’s rest since I started. I’ve been up all night, tired but restless thinking about everything that I’m learning and wondering if I’m going to do okay.

And…I’ve been so used to spending all of my time alone for so many months and now…I have to interact everyday with people.

They want to talk. They want to share and get to know me. It’s freaking me out. I know I shouldn’t be like that but it’s so uncomfortable for me. I have group projects where I have to meet with people and work together as a team. As a writer, I’m used to working with others, it’s just we do all of our coordinating through email, in brief spurts.

I love people, I really do, I’m just so introverted that I can only take so much social interaction before I begin to feel drained.

I’m putting way too much pressure on myself lately.

I need to relax.

I really do.

I have to learn to relax.

I have to practice appreciating myself more and learn to relax and allow more.

Breathe.

Breathe.

You can do this.

Yes, you can.

Being VS Doing

My life is a miracle.

So I went to my school’s counseling center to discuss it this morning.

I walked away feeling like a huge weight had been lifted.

As I spoke to her about my past and my future and my anxiety filled present, she gave me a few observations that may give a clue as to why my circumstances are the way that they are, why I am such an overachiever and why I have yet to wrap my arms around what I perceive to be success.

This one paper does not define my success as a human being.

One job does not define my future.

One season of my life does not dictate my destiny.

I have defined my worth as a person by the things I do and not by who I am.

I will try to practice the art of being successful at…BEING and not DOING.

I have a lot to think about before my next meeting with her.

My headache just went away.

Limbic Connections

My life is a miracle.

I’m back from class. What a delightful experience. I absolutely enjoy every second of every class that I attend. Our program focuses on solution-focused therapy which means we don’t try to delve into the root of the problem, instead we guide the client toward the positive possibilities that await them.

Instead of guiding the client through detailed recounts of painful past events in order to “face the issue” and move on, we are instructed to ask, “Where do you want to go from here? What do you want your life to be like?” Then we co create possible avenues to achieve those goals.

I’m glad I went to the counselor today. Maybe I should have done it a lot sooner because this one session really helped me to detach from my anxiety about school. She encouraged me to accept where I am in life right now, a method that I had embraced a few months ago, but somehow I lost focus and began to wallow in the place of “How did I get here? Why am I not over there?”

What’s really funny is the fact that as the counselor questioned me…~laffs~ I could actually recognize the techniques she was using on me. We learned them last week in my theories class and I did my first role play as the therapist. Since my biggest frustration at the moment was my paper, she simply made a suggestion and my mind latched on to it. It really worked.

In my mind I was never going to finish my paper because I couldn’t figure it out. I was too anxious. She said to me, “Oh, you’ll finish your paper by 3 and then you’ll go home and relax until time for class.”

When she said that, I looked at the clock and then WHAM, it hit me. That was a realistic goal for me. I accepted the suggestion and I actually finished my paper by 2:45 went home and took a nap.

Just like that.

The things we see as obstacles are often mental blocks created by our own fears. My paper was being held back by my fear of not doing well. Once I recognized that, I did it. It’s over. I feel great.

While I was in her office I came across a magazine called Psychology Today. Since I love magazines and I’m new to psychology I decided to check it out and I am loving every word of it. It’s not all clinical like I expected. It’s very much relationship based and easy to read. I’d love to write articles like that some day. In fact, with everything I’m learning I may actually be able to do them now.

Dang, there’s so much I want to share about what I’m learning. I mentioned before that there is a part of the brain that controls emotions. It’s called the Limbic System. The Limbic system in women is bigger than those found in men so that is why women are more emotional. When a traumatic change occurs in a person’s life, a death, end of a relationship, a dramatic transition in circumstances, the shock of the change damages the limbic system causing the negative emotions to surface.

Even when we meet someone and we experience that excitement of being attracted, it’s the limbic sytem that is charged and that’s where those joyful emotions come from. That’s kind of why we can’t help who we are attracted to and who we aren’t. Our brain is the cause of attraction. We can become limbically connected to anyone because it’s that happy feeling we’re all chasing. Some people stay in damaging relationships because they remember that feeling and want to experience it again.

I think it’s more difficult to move on because the person doesn’t realize that they can and WILL experience that feeling again, with someone else.

A good friend of mine once said something to me when I was going through my withdrawal phase of my relationship with my BBDD. (That lasted for years, by the way) He said, “This will not be your last chance at love. This is not your last relationship.”

Although it hasn’t happened yet, you know, me being in another relationship, that statement has always stuck with me.

I guess my limbic connection to him is gone now and I’m open. I’m open to experiencing another one.

I met a man this weekend at a party and I was very much attracted to him. He had such a wonderful personality. Too bad his friend came along, got drunk and completely monopolized my time and space. Me being so NICE I didn’t act a fool on him, which I wanted to, but I didn’t want to have to leave the party after cursing him out, he was very aggressive. I did try to distance myself in hopes that the other guy would come talk to me again. He didn’t.

Oh well. Chalk that one up to the game. But it did feel good, that limbic connection.

I’d like to do that again.

And it’s likely that I will.

Icebreakers and Revelations

My life is a miracle.

Are you tired of reading that intro yet? LOL!

It’s so hard for me to admit but…I am so proud of myself.

I went to class tonight and I turned in my paper and I did my presentation and the class laughed and enjoyed themselves. I was very nervous considering my recent social anxiety experiences, but I managed to get through my lesson on how perception affects behavior and no one fell asleep. In fact, after my presentation the class went on for 20 minutes discussing the topic. I was able to include some of my law of attraction teachings as well as a few affirmations reminding everyone, “What we perceive (or believe) will come true in our lives so it is important to believe for the best outcome.”

I even told them a couple of stories about my kids. I love using that as an icebreaker. “I have kids,” I’ll say and the person’s eyes will grow wide. No one believes I’m a mother when they meet me. To me that’s mind boggling because I identify myself as Ms. Tee, mother of two wonderful sons. Don’t I look like a mother?

Regardless of whether or not I look like a mother, someone obviously likes my stories. I’ll go back to earlier today when I was driving to Kinkos to make copies for my presentation. I was so aware of my negative thoughts that I had to stop myself.

“I’m going to manifest something,” I told myself and I think I said something about a creative opportunity coming quickly.

After everything was set and ready for class I went home and took a nap. When I woke up I checked my email and I had a message from our local newspaper asking me to join their upcoming community of parenting bloggers and become a facilitator of the process. The position is paid too. She said she has read my blog and loves my writing style.

Wow. Talk about manifestation!

I definitely want to hear more about this opportunity although I am a little weary because this paper is mainstream and I’m nervous about being the “Black blogger Mama”. I’m not your average Black Mom. I don’t know if some of these people’s first exposure to Black parenting should be ME. ~yowsa~

Come on…I know you feel me. If I had a nice office job and my kids at home with me and I dated on the weekends and took classes to enrich myself, then I’d probably be more typical of the Black professional parents I know. But I am absolutely none of that and I don’t know if the mainstream is ready for my kind of lifestyle or my type of writing…or my honesty. I’m not trying to sugarcoat anything or make myself fit in. I just want to be me. Also, this is my town. I don’t know if I want to put myself out there like that. Hmm..Maybe I can be anonymous…That’s a thought.

This does sound like a dream to me, helping the newspaper that I already freelance for, grow their blogging community.

In other news…I’m rarely ever frustrated by other people and I don’t like to complain but can I vent?

One of my former editors contacted me on Monday after I emailed him weeks ago asking when I would be paid for stories that I wrote back in October. He told me that one of the stories I wrote wouldn’t be running and that he lost the other story.

This infuriated me. First of all, I’ve never had an editor that assigns stories and then decides that they are not relevant AFTER they are written. That’s a complete waste of my time and talent. I could see if I pitched the story and he told me to give it a go and it didn’t turn out to be something he could use. No…he ASSIGNED the story, I researched, interviewed multiple sources and then spent HOURS perfecting it. Now he decides it’s not relevant. That annoys me! This isn’t the first time this has happened with him either.

And the other story that he lost, I spent 2 entire nights at this event waiting for celebrities to show up so that i could include them in my story. I mean entire nights, from midnight until 6:30 am.

I wrote my heart out and delivered a great feature…and he lost it! Dayumm! That’s so disrespectful to me. And…I heard that this dude has been telling people that I have a bad attitude. I’m sure I do when it comes to him, he frustrates me so much. I just want to be paid and then I can move on. I have no desire to work with him again.

I love writing features but it’s not easy at all. After I’m done constructing a story I feel drained emotionally and physically. And when I see people using newspapers to line their cat’s litter box, I’m like “NO! That’s ART! It’s not garbage!” LOL! You have no idea how much work we put into those stories.

There’s something that my professor said tonight that really impacted me. She has a team of therapists who work under her and she says she sometimes has to knock them down a notch by saying, “You aren’t that important.”

Wow. On the surface that sounds like verbal abuse but the reality is, that statement takes a lot of pressure off the therapist who becomes too involved in their client’s lives. When we realize that we are only change agents and change facilitators and not SAVIORS we won’t have to walk around feeling the weight of other people’s problems.

Wow.

Sometimes I feel like the success and failure of other people are my responsibility.

I’m NOT THAT IMPORTANT!

That relieves me. I can help when I can but if they don’t want the help, their livelyhood is not up to me.

We also discussed Freud’s theory that the work people choose is a reflection of their inner fascination. So…people who have a unnatural desire like inflicting pain on people, will often choose a profession that allows them to direct that desire in a more socially acceptable manner.

“They become dentists!” one of my classmates called out and everyone laughed.

“So those people who become gynecologists are fascinated by….” a male classmate began and everyone roared.

“And podiatrists really have a foot fetish!” a tall, blonde classmate added to the discussion.

“Then why are we all becoming therapists?” My professor asked. The class grew quiet.

“It could be because we really want to learn to solve our own problems,” someone offered.

BINGO!

I think that’s exactly why I’m becoming a therapist. Isn’t that funny? I’m a chick who has not been successful at romantic and family relationships and I want to learn how to correct that by becoming a relationship therapist.

Add the fact that I’m becoming a therapist and I’m in therapy. How’s that for a double dose of education?

Life is funny…

I’m In The Mood

My life is a miracle.

You want to know what really, really relaxes me? The one thing that brings me to a place where all the tension is gone from my body and I’m licking my lips in anticipation of the enjoyment of this activity?

Reading biographies. (Particularly those related to Black History.)

I absolutely love to read stories about people’s lives, written in hindsight. For me it brings such peace to my heart because I can see the end result of the often chaotic and trying times that presented themselves along the way.

I know I may not be the most sane, successful or stable person in the world, but I do believe, I really do, that my story has a happy ending. By the time I die, I’ll be at a place of peace and prosperity. I have no doubts about that. It’s just watching it all unfold that is so unnerving.

I write about a lot of different things that happen in my life. These days I’m mostly focused on how grad school is affecting me, but there are so many other things going on too, and I’m not ashamed of them.

It’s funny but…there’s nothing that has happened or will happen that I can’t write about. I’m not trying to project a particular image of myself, or even write those self deprecating entries that are really self congralulatory to show how much I’ve grown. Everyday I’m being me. And even if that means whining or crying or being depressed or being horny, I’m just me…man.

I find that really being honest with yourself is the key to having peace within your soul. It’s rough at first when you stand in the mirror and say, “Damn, I fucked up.” or “I’m addicted.” or even “I am so proud of myself today.”

But if you can say it once, twice and then a third time, you open up a magic door to your soul and allow healing or blessings to come in.

I never knew what this whole feeling that I have been dealing with for years was, though most who know me could probably tell you that they knew all along.

I have anxiety.

It’s probably the kind that should be medicated, but before I even go that route I’d like to learn more about my brain and the medications and how they will affect my spirit.

I never believed in taking prescribed medications for nervousness. I rarely take aspirin. I held the image that those medications were invented solely to sedate the masses, creating zombies who all think alike, wearing black pants, white pressed dress shirts and red ties, and sit in cubicles sipping latte’s, filling out forms and laughing at corny jokes just to fit in.

I don’t mean to offend anyone if that’s your lifestyle, it’s just the antithesis of the existence that I want to experience. Oh, why did God make me an artist?

Why did He give me a desire to sit at a magic wheel and spin words into gold? Why am I so impressed by the art of creating beauty from imagination? Why does the creative process turn me on so much?

I don’t know.

All I know is..every part of me, the worrying, the ambition, the overachievement, the self reflection, the risk taking, the scatterbrained tendencies, the introversion..man, all of that makes me ME.

And I’m becoming more and more comfortable with that everyday.

Yes, I have doubts, yes I have fears. Yes, I have hopes and dreams that have been deferred. Yes, I am not where I would like to be but I’m much farther than where I’ve been.

I’m writing my own biography and you’re reading every word. Don’t focus too much on the obstacles and set backs in between the beginning and the promise, they only set the stage for appreciating the successes and teach valuable life lessons that help me grow along the way.

Now lemme go…tonight I’m reading about Emily Dickinson, Langston Hughes and Jack Koreau, I’m in the mood for some inspiration.

All For The Best

My life is a miracle.

And this past weekend was evidence of that.

I spent time with my boys this weekend at their Saturday acting practice. Their Dad is a director of an acting group that he belonged to when he was a kid and now he is taking his boys with him to participate. I think it’s a great thing, I can only imagine what it is doing for their confidence, plus they are always so delighted to see their daddy “playing” and excercising his creativity. I’ll admit, it was a surprise for me to see him in this manner as well because he rarely smiles in my presence and since I met him back when he was first starting law school, he was only focused on his career. This Saturday he was all smiles and giggles. I was like, “Oh yeah…I remember when he used to be like that way back when….”

I met a few of his old friends who also used to act with him when he was younger. They expressed their bewilderment over his current career as an attorney. I shrugged. I had only heard about his creative side, he never really showed it to me. I think for him it was a choice of, “What career is going to allow me to be financially stable?” Acting or Law? He chose Law.

It seems to have worked out for him too. Now he gets to excercise his creative skills on the side and still take care of his family. I think that was a smart move and I’m grateful he did that. I wish that I could find something else to do…

I also forced myself to attend a party this weekend. It was a birthday dinner for one of my editors. I like his style well enough, but I was really nervous about going since I knew I wouldn’t know anyone there and the crowd would be considerably older than I am.

But I went…and I walked up to everyone I saw and introduced myself. I chatted easily in my journalistic fashion. I am great at keeping a conversation going by asking insightful questions it’s just…I feel all antsy and nervous when I’m about to enter a social situation and during lulls in the conversation. Most people think I’m arrogant because I don’t initiate conversation and jump all up in people’s faces..but that just ain’t me.

I remember in college this one girl said to me, “When you first came into [insert name of program] i thought you were selfish. You just sat over there in the corner and was quiet the whole time. You never spoke to anybody..and look at you now!”

She was right. I don’t TRY to make friends but if someone comes up to me, I’ll welcome them and show them love. I take my time with friendships. You can’t be friends with everyone, but you can find something about anyone that you can connect with. I just choose my connections carefully.

Immediately, and I do mean immediately after I finished my dinner, I said goodbye and bolted out the door. I think I sat in the car for like…5 minutes, just relaxing my nerves before driving to my aunt’s house for her birthday party. It was fun. My family loves to drink and the drinks were flowing nicely. I only had one because my Mama was there and I knew I would have to drive her home. Things weren’t really the same though. There used to be so much more laughter when more of my aunts and uncles were alive…

On Sunday I learned about an art fair that would take place at a gallery downtown, so I picked up my boys and one of their female cousins to hang out. We took the metrorail, and they loved riding it, enjoying the view of the rooftops all over Miami. We had lunch at Wendy’s and then I took out my directions to try to teach them how to read the street signs and find the correct address.

“So if the address says, 3rd street and we’re on 1st street and the numbers go UP that way, and DOWN that way, then which way do we go?”

They got it finally and we found the gallery which was in an old building a couple of blocks from the metrorail. When we got there, the fair was almost over but we were just in time to join the belly dancing lessons.

You should have seen my boys up there trying to bellydance! They had a blast! I didn’t really dance, I just stood to the side and watched them wiggle around the stage. My Sugarbear (7) is really good at copying dance moves. He’s not shy either. But my Boo Boo (5) is willing to try except, when he sees his brother doing it better than he is, he becomes frustrated and gives up.

In my human growth & development class I learned that at this stage in his development, he’s learning to deal with failure so I just reinforce the affirmations that I know and the ones their Daddy teaches them like, “Don’t cry, TRY.”

He’ll get over it. His brother used to be the same way, balling up papers when he colored outside of the line and having a fit when he didn’t remember his schoolwork. That used to aggravate ME so much that I used to cry too. All I remember telling him is, “It’s okay to make a mistake as long as you keep trying, you’ll figure it out.”

After the art fair we rode the metrorail back up north and went to my cousin’s house so that they could all play. A few other cousins showed up too and the entire clan went out into the backyard to toss the football around until it got too cold for them to be outside.

After dinner, my Boo Boo comes up to me and says, “Come.”

I follow him into the bathroom and he sits on the toilet and throws up all over the floor. I kneel next to him and rub his back, remembering the old days when it used to be me and him up on the late night when he wasn’t feeling well. He’s much too heavy for me to pick him up now, but back then we would rock back and forth together, waiting for whatever was ailing him to subside.

I love my JuJuBees.

While it’s difficult to admit, I’m going to go ahead and do it. My boys are thriving since they’ve been with their father. He brings to their lives a sense of order that I never could, hell, I don’t even have that much order now. They are adamant about doing chores and finishing schoolwork and they take pride in learning. I credit him for that. Or maybe it’s just their ages, I don’t know.

All I know is..I promised them that we would be back together again and I don’t want to break that promise. But when I look at what’s best for the boys, it doesn’t seem like what’s best for them is to be with me full-time. As much as I want them to be with me, I’m not in a place where I can handle that.

I find myself praying that God would make me more normal and let me work in an office, wear the gray suit and clock out at 5pm everyday. Being able to take care of my boys would make me happy. That is what I want.

I’m willing to give up on this creative thing, this creative dream, to become…a full-time mom again.

But as always…I’m waiting for the signal; a sign from God that says, “This is what I want you to do.”

Besides writing, I’m getting no call backs for gigs, um..I mean jobs. If someone else had come to me with the same scenario I would have said, “Relax and allow. You can’t do much else. Relax and allow the path to unfold.”

And so…I must..even when I can’t tell where the path is leading. I must trust that everything will be the best for us all.